“You know when you’re drowning, you don’t actually inhale until right before you black out. It’s called voluntary apnea. It’s like no matter how much you’re freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won’t open your mouth until you feel like your head’s exploding. Then when you finally do let it in, that’s when it stops hurting. It’s not scary anymore, it’s… it’s actually kind of peaceful.”

by by attica, Books Written for Girls

Had they still been at Hogwarts, they would have never gotten here. She knew that. He would have never let himself love her. She would have never let herself even entertain the thought. Their love was circumstantial. She couldn’t say anything about fate. That meant it was theirs to end at any time. There were no stars up in the sky designated for them, telling them it would be good enough to last forever.

She was on shift with Ron. He began to chuckle under his breath, his face obscured by the darkness.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I was just thinking about how we got here." He moved in his spot, shifting some leaves. "Where would we be without the war?" he asked. He turned to her. "Where would you and Malfoy be without the war? Do you know?"

She didn’t say anything. She pictured them with their Heads badges. They would have parted ways without ever knowing the depths of how much they could care about each other. She watched an alternate history play out before her: he would’ve married another Pureblood aristocrat. She would have read about it in the papers. Never would she have wondered if the way he kissed her would’ve felt anything like relief, or like the books she’d read as a child.

She would’ve been happy letting him be one-dimensional. She wouldn’t have known any better.

Sex On The Beach

Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling through an endless diamond sky



eternally passionate about movie soundtracks and movie costumes and deleted scenes from movies and concept art for movies and scenery from movies and bloopers from movies and watching movies and movie theaters and just movies

This place is bullshit.

Blood , Meth , & Tears


I want to help, you know…
But I can’t do the things that you can do. I can’t.

I’m not a h e r o.

There’s nothing wrong with being afraid. It’s not the absence of fear, it’s  o v e r c o m i n g  it.

Sometimes you’ve got to  b l a s t  t h r o u g h.

someone that has a strong connection to you.

unspoken, of course.

I don’t know about a motto to sum up entirely who I am, but one thing I’ve always lived by, and people try and convince me out of it, and I just don’t believe in it is, I’ve never been a dater. I’ve never gone on true dates before. When people ask why, I’ve always said I feel like dates are like interviews, and I refuse to be romantically employed.